114 good-night. Then came the Smyrna disaster with a har- rowing, detailed recital of the horrors which the Turks perpetrated on the helpless Greeks and the merciful in- tervention of the American people which no Greek would ever forget until his dying day. I tried desperately, while he spun out the horrors and atrocities, to recall what I had been doing at this black moment in the history of Greece. Evidently the disaster had occurred during one of those long intervals when I had ceased to read the newspapers. I hadn't the faintest remembrance of any such catastrophe. To the best of my recollection the event must Jiave taken place during the year when I was look- ing for a job without the slightest intention of taking one.. It reminded me that, desperate as I thought myself then to be, I had not even bothered to look through the col- umns of the want ads. Next morning I took the bus in the direction, of Knos- sus. I had to walk a mile or so after leaving the bus to reach the ruins. I was so elated that it seemed as if I were walking oit air. At kst my dream was 'about to be re- alized. The sky was overcast and it sprinkled a bit as I • hopped along. Again, as at Mycenae, I felt that I was being drawn to the spot. Finally, as I rounded'a bend, I stopped dead in my tracks; I had the feeling that I was there. I looked about for traces of the ruins but there were none in sight. I stood for several minutes gazing intently at the contours of the smooth hills which barely grazed the electric blue skyl This must be the spot, I said to myself, I can't be wrong, I retraced my steps and cut through the fields to. the bottom of a gulch. Suddenly, to my left, I discovered a bald pavilion with columns painted in raw, bold colors—the palace of King Minos. I was at the back entrance of the ruins amidst a dump of buildings that looked as if they had been gutted by fire. I went round the hill to the main entrance and followed